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“Okay Penelope, I want a forward roll straight jump into a forward roll to pike sit, then a pike fold into dish to arch and roll back to dish.” Penny rolled her eyes as she stood at the corner of mat, only her coach and her mother called her Penelope but she wasn’t going to let it interrupt her floor routine. “Yes coach.” The petite blonde with the ideal gymnast body breathed slowly in and out to ready herself. Her tight fitting black leotard encompassed her entire upper body and arms down to her waist, leading into bright pink tights which comprised her signature gymnastics uniform. Adjusting her long blonde hair which was tied in a tight bun at the back of her head, she began her runup and burst into her routine, following every move her coach ordered. Landing with a thud at the other end of the mat, she regained her balance from the small misstep, cursing herself and quickly looking to her coach, the short and fat man of course noticing her small mistake. “No, no, no, my dear,